In order to cut down the grass and eradicate the roots, in order to prevent future troubles, the people of the Heavenly Classics Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion discussed and decided to kill these elves together.

Afterward...... It's just full of blood. Their hearts haunted their comrades and people who had been victimized by the elves before, and they did not expect that at this moment, they would also become the most disgusting indiscriminate killers.

Because there were no masters dormant among them, their battle, even just a one-sided encirclement, was able to end quickly. In the end, the old man Jianchengfeng couldn't bear it, and gathered all those corpses into the mound, which was regarded as their grave.

The wind was fierce that day. After many years, these memories should have been forgotten, but with Ghost Xiao Changyuan's words, his eyes gradually became vivid.

Scenes of blood-stained blades are staggered, and Poinsettia Plum is dizzy.

…… It turned out that his unwillingness and his sorrow were all due to the retribution created by his own hands?

Ghost Xiao Changyuan looked at Poinsettia Mei with contempt for that expression, and the corners of his forehead rarely showed a slight bruise.

He felt his teeth grinding unconsciously, making a "rustling" sound.

"There is no need for your current hypocrisy, because the Nine Shadows will completely sink this world," he slowly raised his palm, "Let the entire human race be buried with the elven clan that they destroyed with their own hands in the past." ”

His eyes showed a bloody fierce light, and his pupils were dyed with a black and gloomy aura: "And you, become the victim of honor under this bloody path." ”

The air pressure sank abruptly, and the bow of the ship "clicked" and made a startling sound that it was about to break.

The bodies of the two fell suddenly, and Poinsettia Mei didn't even have the strength to dodge at the moment.

I see...... Then his death really does not blame others.

It's just that...... The only thing he felt a little regretful about was his beloved apprentice, Fu Yunge.

In such a short period of time, there was really only so much he could teach him. He failed to fulfill his responsibilities as a master, and only hoped that the child could live well and ...... in the future Be able to continue to bear the burden of defending the Three Realms of Heaven.

The black and red aura in front of him was full of dazzling eyes, and the palm of the ghost howling Changyuan couldn't help but cover the top of his head.

But he was remarkably calm. Seeing this, he even closed his eyes slightly, as if he was just ushering in a deep sleep, without complaint.

Exhale the breath, and in the next second, it will become a drumstick to announce the return of the hero's soul.

"Keep your men!!"

There was a loud drink, and at the moment when the poinsettia plum was about to die, the waves came!

Suddenly, the cold wind was blowing, like a snowstorm in Jingping's wolf smoke, and it came from a distance.

The thin waves are not as good as churning, and a thin layer of ice is condensed in an instant. The long river froze rapidly from afar, like a crystal blue streamer brushing by, carrying the vast chill, and the snow continued to fly.

At the same time, a long sword with a concise shape and the aura of ice spirit pierced down from the sky!

The sword body was surrounded by immortal qi and ice and snow, and at the moment when the Ghost Howling Changyuan Evil Palm was about to fall, the distance between the two was widened. The snow qi descended with the long sword, violently emitting whistling waves around it, and the ghost roaring Changyuan immediately retracted his palm and took a few steps back.

The howling chill blew open the placket of the two of them. Immediately, blood congealed, and the air was filled with an untimely snow smoke.

Poinsettia Mei saw the divine weapon clearly, the blood slipped from the corner of her mouth, and muttered: "Yes, cleanse the sin and cold ......"

Ghost Xiao Changyuan frowned slightly, and his palms arched, as if suppressing his anger, waiting for this helper to appear.

"Xue Ran Yintao sighed eastward, and his eyes were empty and cloudy. Clean clothes and fur, cold for thousands of years, wash more and more clear and dry. ”

Qingyue poems, the lonely figure that came from the ice, like a dragon covered in ice and snow, rushed to the aid in time.

Dressed in green clothes and blue robes, he looks like a visitor in the ice and snow. He leaped from behind the Ghost Roaring Abyss, put one hand on the end of the sword, and landed steadily.

"You are the demon who poisoned the Nether Heavens? I want to ask for a few tricks. The man arched his hand forward, but he was firmly in front of Poinsettia Mei, and the intention was extremely obvious.

In the distance, there was a "crackling" sound in the river, and the thin ice on top was gradually thawing.

Ghost Xiao Changyuan felt the coercion emanating from him, and Rin seemed to remind him of the deep cold of the Snow Desert Cave.

And in the mud under the boat, the owl saw this and immediately flew up. Not to be outdone, Yue Shenchen and the two jumped up one after another, surrounding both sides of the poinsettia plum.

And Poinsettia Plum looked at the back of the visitor with a little consternation. After a long time, he slowly spat out a mouthful of blood and said the name of the person who said it: "It's you...... The colder it is. ”

Yue Tianhan pulled out the sin and cold fang, and the light-colored sword blade was like flying frost across the field, pointing directly at the ghost howling Changyuan: "Devil, hurt my old friend like this, and also mutilate so many people, this account, Yue Tianhan wrote it down one by one." ”

Ghost Xiao Changyuan is still the same as before: "Really...... Scold. It was as if the warning of the cold weather was a joke to him.

The cold wind whistled against the side of the ship, and everyone felt a chill on their faces.

Looking at the dawning sky that seemed to be dawning in the distance, the ghost howling Changyuan gradually became more and more prosperous. Tonight, he was alone in the life-and-death decision between the two, although he was not exhausted, but he rarely felt a little tired.

"Take my move, if you can survive, you will have the qualification to speak big." He spoke coldly, staring straight at Yue Tianhan.

Poinsettia Mei's face froze, and she whispered to Yue Tianhan: "Don't ......"

But Yue Tianhan shook his head and agreed directly: "Why not." If I can't even take your move, then I might as well kill myself on the spot. ”

Ghost Howling Changyuan was indeed tired. But when he said this, suddenly a little more spirit came.

"Good." His tone was low for a few minutes, and after a slight delay, his palms reappeared with a gloomy aura, "Then, just look at it." ”

Yue Tianhan was equally surprised when he suddenly felt a strong coercion sweeping over. But there was no turning back at this point, his face was tense, his sword danced halfway, and the cold wind extended through his body.

"Shake the Spirit, Uncover the Coffin Finger."

With a low groan, a sharp and unstoppable black air flow flew straight down the fingertips of the ghost roaring abyss.

It seemed like a small move, but it set off terrifying waves in the air. The space distortion visible to the naked eye, like ripples on the surface of the water, swings into the distance at the moment of the movement of one finger!

"Ice Heart Jade Seal, Knot!"

At the critical moment, Yue Tian Han held the sword luck, and the coldest air flow around his body came out of his body, all converging in front of him, forming an indestructible ice mirror.

At the same time, the trick of the coffin unveiling finger was affected by the cold, and it also slowed down in mid-air. The black flame rushed into the ice wall, and everyone could observe that the indestructible air flow broke through the layers of solid ice, and it was still coming towards the cold sky.

"It's broken!" Korvuf screamed in the back in shock.

Yue Tianhan also took a step back in surprise. But he had no choice but to resist.